“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” ~Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, Detective
I was driving to work today and as usual passing through a community that always (even in winter) has the most beautiful landscaping any HOA ever ordered. There were (maybe) six landscaping professionals bent over in the flowers and shrubs keeping the area so extraordinarily lovely that it made my heart ache! I would love to work in my own yard every day (well maybe that’s a stretch)… every week… planting flowers, keeping weeds at bay, being the ‘Clark Griswold’ of suburban, head-turning, lawnscaping.
Shortly thereafter I arrived at my destination…
And everything else began to ache.
Yes my ‘normal full time job’ is nothing I would call fun, nor would I recommend it to anyone… but it does pay the bills and my heart is thankful.
It seems that I am running late in the morning these days, possibly due to the spring fever, and have little time to put together an outfit that it work appropriate, comfortable, and cute. This morning I grabbed my new White House Black Market blouse, black jeans, xoxo shoes, Brighton chain (similar), white tote (not pictured) and called myself dressed